Date: Wed, 7 Jan 2004 05:14:49 -0800 (PST) From: Bryan Thompson Subject: Yes Sir, Professor III Chapter Four The first picture I saw was the most damning - it clearly showed my face with a dreamy look in my eyes, an erect cock lying across my cheek, and globs of what appeared to be white cum around my mouth and on my lips. With every fiber of my being I wanted to first scream, then kill him, then run as far away from this scene as I possibly could in what was easily the most frustrating moment of my life, I could do none of the three, indeed I could do nothing but lie there and contemplate my fate as my pervert professor continued to manhandle my body that was fully at his disposal. As he flipped through the pictures for me and each one brought new horrors of shock and embarrassment, an even more disturbing thought occurred to me - even though I was passed out with my eyes closed in all of the pictures, why the hell did I have that dreamy, satisfied look on my face? Was it possible that on some twisted level I had enjoyed what he was doing to me? I immediately put that thought out of my mind though by rationalizing that since I was literally unconscious for the ordeal, I had probably just been reacting to having my dick played with and that I was probably dreaming that I was with a girl. Other pictures showed my naked body at various angles and positions, all of which made me look like a fucking faggot and all of which also conveniently did not show my attackers face. Had he taken the pictures himself? Or had someone else actually seen me like this? The shame, shock, and confusion combined with the lingering effects of whatever drug he'd given me practically lulled me into unconsciousness again. But I was jerked awake by the mad professor's next assault. "Mr. Thompson, you continue to refuse to show me the size of your erect male organ, this does not bode well for your extra credit assignment." Where the hell does he get off talking in such a fancy way while he is committing multiple lewd and criminal acts that are probably illegal in every state? "Well, young man, I've never failed to produce an erection yet, and I'm not going to start now. I believe I'll just need my bag of tools and tricks. Would you mind excusing me and waiting right there a minute? Can I get you anything? Are you warm enough?" And then he laughed uproariously, squeezed my dick, and left the room. He returned a few minutes later with a black leather bag and sat down beside me. He reached down and caressed my face, "Are you having any fun yet? I really hope that you will eventually come to enjoy this and see this as your destiny. You really are a beautiful young man." And he very softly fingered my hair as I vigorously shook my head to indicate that NO, I was NOT enjoying this. I struggled my best to squirm away from him. "Well, if that is the way that you want to play this game, you may be sure of two things: that you will eventually lose and that I will enjoy every aspect of your struggle against me." He then reached into his bag and rummaged around. He pulled out a strange looking leather apparatus and wiped it slowly back and forth across my cock and balls, I continued to struggle and move my hips away from him as best I could. "I guess we'll need something to persuade you to lie still. Now don't worry, this will only hurt a little." And he pulled out some silver clamps on a chain and before I knew what hit me, I felt one of the sharpest pains of my life as he clamped one of them onto my nipple. The pain erupted through my body as the teeth of the clamp bit into a region I'd never realized was so hyper sensitive. I'd once had an aggressive chick bite me there, but I'd been so fired up from foreplay that I enjoyed it. This came with no warning and with no arousal. And almost instantly the pain was repeated on my other nipple. "Now the beauty of this mechanism is that whenever I need to control you, I can merely tug on the chain to remind you of who is in charge. Allow me to demonstrate, Mr. Thompson." And with that, he gave a sharp tug on the chain that exploded fire across my chest as though my nipples were going to be ripped off. "Do you think that can persuade you to lie still while I work on your nether region?". . . Mr. Thompson? I asked you a question!" And with that he pulled the chain even harder. For the first time all night, I gave in and slightly nodded my head. I had the sinkingrealization that I reallywas REALLY going to hatewhatever came next. I lay there seething in anger at him and at myself for having allowed him to win the first round, as he once again took hold of my dick. To be continued...